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The next morning, the Indian man, who looked like the conductor of the bus, set off the bus at exactly 4 o'clock without counting the heads of the people who rode it yesterday. It is clear that the number of travelers who rode with us yesterday has decreased. I don't know if he overslept and missed the bus, or if he liked Cargill and wanted to stay a few more days. Anyway, there is no Indian time on this bus. there is no mercy When I asked if there were any passengers who were not yet on board, the conductor's uncle said.

“No problem!”

Almost all passengers fell asleep as soon as they loaded their luggage into the luggage compartment and sat down. I, who overcame the pouring sleep and succeeded in riding at dawn, also fell down and went to sleep. how many hours have passed When I opened my eyes, the sun was already rising in the middle of the sky. Many people had already woken up and looked out the window. Then, the moment I looked out the window, I couldn't help but doubt my eyes. The majestic stone mountain of Ladakh stretched out like a folding screen. The dry land, which was so dry that even a small life could not survive, was as intense as a cow's eyes glaring at the bullfighter while breathing heavily.

Behind the landscape were dense trees and beautiful rivers. The beautiful scenery spreading out the window made the passengers admire.